Me, myself and I, what could this mean? One night I was looking straight at the stars. They’re quiet:: it is weird because they always tend to talk to me. The moon looks at me, but she doesn’t say anything. What is happening? Am I not interesting to them anymore? I dislike this situation:: I want to talk to them, I want them to be my secret-holders. Oh BuLaN~enggan melayani diriku lagi....
